kjp

...and my tear is cold, shiver; and hurts so much.

lost, empty. Sickness is following.

My only refuge is away from myself. (Only sleep and one other option remain; the second to release me but would hurt others). So I must live with myself - pain.

(and besides, all the above is moot; as I must do my duty).

(earlier this evening I made myself try on his shoes).